Did Jesus Shave?

She told him that he had a series of whiteheads on his nose
that were lined up like the Big Dipper.
He knew his face was aging,
the crows feet at the eyes,
his nose enlarged and red.
It was as if he was applying
at the Ringling Bros Circus,
signing up for the clown act.
He was too old for such a demanding job
and drank too much to hold a steady position.

He had a red/grey beard
that greatly increased the size of his head.
She would point this out often as well.
He had fattened.
It pained him to bend
to tie the laces of his shoes,
so he left the laces undone
so's to slip in with ease.
He had started to wear suspenders
as his belt was far to restraining.

His arms,
like the giant trunks of redwoods
and powerful from carrying a chainsaw
for all those years.
His father had left him
a tree farm, where
he worked while sober.
The pay was minimal and the toll of manual labour
had taken his father's back.

Jack had a strong back,
it had only troubled him once
and that was following a tumble
down a concrete staircase.

Why had she stayed with him all these years?
They had met when he was young
and good looking
and she was younger and better looking than he.

His thoughts were that he had caged her at a young age
and she knew no better.